The head is more unpredicatable than the egg. If you crack an egg, you'll get the white and the yollk. Easy and predictable.
But the head is a pandora's box and if you crack it, you get ANYTHING: insults, happiness, gloom, confusion, jokes, images, memories, mammaries, plans, poetry, peace and sometimes nothing.
It's a lucky draw, Doraemon style.
I tried cracking mine, and spilled this:
He mutters this nearly soundlessly. "It was real horrorshow. Yea the world's a real horrorshow . The crooks and cranies, concrete alleys, haha.. from the bird's eye they look like black shady wrinkles of the ageing city. The centre of the city, it's bloodless heart, pumping the kaching and pushing life through us."
He rocks gently forth and back, swaying, and tugs his hair. He holds a tuft of hair, which he spreads on the gray floor.
He lurks in the darkest corner of his cell and sings his sour poisonous song, at all too soft a volume, which to our ears are merely a ceasless chant of screeching static...
If you keep very silent, you'll hear his song of barely.
Yess, if you keep very very quiet, cover your earss, you’ll catch on to the hissing that leaks from the crack in your head. The nearly inaudible song sung by the loony in a nearly delusionary cell in your head.
What do you get when you crack your head?
Picture: Ceramic, Annette Kirma, http://entertainment.webshots.com/photo/2260711800086720965nWSOHN
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